Survival In The Fog: I Can See Hints

"Thank you so much!"

Ye Qianfan rolled his eyes at Old Wang.

I am young, who wants an uncle to call me father!

"You're welcome, Dad."

Old Wang is really familiar with himself, he even raised his nose and said, "Dad, if you have anything else to tell me, please just tell me! I can not only drive the car, but also cook and help You watch the door, if you can't do it, you can help Dad clean the toilet, I really can do anything!"

"You want to follow me, don't you?"

Ye Qianfan could see clearly the true face of this old king.

This guy is shameless, in order to keep Ye Qianfan's thigh, he is the type to go all out.

But Ye Qianfan didn't mind having an extra follower, anyway, he didn't have any acquaintances here, so it wouldn't hurt to arrange a spy or two to watch in the city.

"That's for sure, Dad!"

Lao Wang was very sincere, as if Ye Qianfan was really his father.

This made Ye Qianfan very helpless and said: "You can follow me if you want, but please don't call me dad anymore, okay? You don't even look at how old you are, I really... want to stab you to death like this !do you know!"

"Ah?!" Old Wang was almost scared to death by Ye Qianfan's words, but he soon realized that Ye Qianfan was joking, so he scratched the back of his head and said with a laugh: "Then I won't call you dad, I will Call you brother! You will be my brother from now on, and I will be your absolutely loyal younger brother. No matter if the elder brother wants me to go to the mountain of swords or to go to the frying pan, I guarantee that I will be the same."

"I……"

Ye Qianfan couldn't laugh or cry: "Call me Lord Ye, or Lord Ye Cheng!"

"I don't have a family like you, please don't mess around with me!"

"Hey!" Pharaoh replied again and again: "Brother, whatever you say is what you say, I will definitely listen to you!"

"Try calling me brother again."

Ye Qianfan glared at Old Wang.

Old Wang hurriedly said honestly: "Lord Ye, then you can go to the barracks in my carriage, and I will send you there safely!"

"That's about the same!"

Although Ye Qianfan complained about Lao Wang several times, and even shouted at him, this did not prevent everyone from casting envious glances at Lao Wang.

Come on, Ye Qianfan is the big city lord now!

Who doesn't want to be a servant by his side, even if it's just a small servant, he will be respected as a master outside, even the woman with the child is envious of Lao Wang.

But she had a child to take care of, and a seriously injured husband to take care of, so she wanted to be Ye Qianfan's servant.

I can't even draw my hand!

...

Black City Barracks.

Before Ye Qianfan entered the barracks, he could already hear the wailing sounds inside.

After all, there are no such things as painkillers in this era, and the wounds are healed by the healers one by one. If the healers are of high level, they can easily heal their wounds.

But if the data room is of a low level, at most they can purify their wounds so that they don't get infected.

There is no way to get them back quickly.

In addition, treating people actually consumes a lot of mental power. High-level therapists have strong mental power, but they need more mental power to heal people, while low-level therapists have less mental power and use low-level healing techniques .

So at the end of the day, each healer can heal about the same number of wounded.

after all……

People in the military camp will also send the seriously injured to the high-level healers first, and the rest will be taken care of by low-level healers who are not particularly seriously injured.

In other words, there are no life-threatening injuries!

so……

Those who were not seriously injured or lightly injured could only rely on themselves to carry them.

At this moment, each of them had just been cleansed of their wounds, but there was no shortage of what should hurt, what should hurt!

"Great city lord, we're here!"

The general sent Ye Qianfan to the door, but just as Ye Qianfan was about to enter the barracks, he heard a voice from inside talking, and those words made people furious.

So he quickly stopped the general's move to lift the curtain for him, and continued to stand at the door and listen.

"This is the best therapist in our black city."

It was a woman who was talking inside. The woman's voice was slightly shrill, and she felt a bit harsh just by listening to the voice. She continued to talk to the wounded soldiers in the barracks: "But you all know that it takes a lot of time for the therapist to treat the wounded. Mental power, so they need a lot of supplements, but you all know that supplements are expensive, right?"

"So the therapist Wanda must not be able to serve so many of you. In addition, he wants to heal everyone's injuries all the time, so he needs to drink tonics all the time."

"Now we are fighting Zerg outside, these supplements are really a price per day."

"A tube of high-level supplements has been sold for 10,000 dragon coins, and a tube of intermediate supplements is also sold for 3,000 dragon coins. You can imagine how expensive these supplements are!"

"Okay, I won't talk nonsense anymore!"

"Anyway, if any of you want Master Wanda Therapist to heal your injuries, I don't need you to give me the price of a high-level tonic, just give me the price of a mid-level tonic, three thousand dragon coins per person, and I will be cured immediately !"

"Who wants to cure?"

"I...I..." A wounded soldier injured a leg, and the blood had already seeped into the bandage. He said painfully: "I don't have three thousand dragon coins, but I have a tube of intermediate tonic. ...the therapist helped me heal..."

"Is there anyone else to treat?"

However, the woman didn't seem to want supplements, but directly skipped the wounded soldier and asked: "Three thousand dragon coins per person, no change of conditions! Those who can't afford the money can sign a loan contract, and wait for you It will be paid back when military pay or casualty allowances are paid.”

"I……"

Then a soldier also raised his hand, and the woman thought he was rich and immediately leaned over.

In the end, the man said: "I... I don't have that much money, so I just want to ask the officers, when will those ordinary therapists come to treat us? We really can't bear it anymore. Treatment is okay too! My wound has already started to become infected, and it keeps bleeding...Ah!!!"

"Shut up, you! Wasting my mother's time."

However, that woman not only didn't give the soldier a good look, she even pressed her fingers on the wounded soldier's wound and said, "You still want to be treated if you don't have money? If you want to eat shit, you can carry it!"

"But we were injured only for Heicheng's defense against foreign enemies, so why not treat us!"

Some soldiers also refused to accept it.

But the woman sneered and said: "Because the wife of the city owner said that the city owner is not here, the city is under her control now! If you want to treat the wound, you will be given money, for a small injury, you will be given a small amount of money, for a serious injury, you will be given a lot of money, and if you have no money, you will suffer!"